This is a song about "Tight jeans on you"

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

Just hold on tight, because im always gon treat you right.

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

I'mma watch you finish in a minute my rap is tight

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

But then again got her period blood all up on my jeans

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Interference of dreams or whatever it means put on some tight jeans

I just wanna forever hold you tight,

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

When wearing super skinny jeans.

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

That's why the songs that you hear are comin' real tight

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied